Authors Note: I was feeling angry about all of the people who think Malfoy's some fluffy, gives-his-girlfriend-chocolates kind of guy. So... I decided towrite him as thatasshole we all know and love.Behold, All for Love. ;3 A quick one-shot for him and Pansy.
Well-kempt fingernails lovingly ran through white-blonde hair, a gentle smile creeping onto the girl's usually scowling expression. Icy eyes gazed back at her, showing not even the vaguest shred of emotion, which was just so different from how he felt about him; yet, she chose to block the truth from her mind. Every day she repeated to herself, I am his girlfriend. Why would he have asked her out if he didn't care about her? Yes, she assured herself. He had to care about her if he would let her be with him, sitting there in the common room, just absent mindedly stroking his hair. Draco Malfoy just didn't show emotions well, she thought, wondering why she had to try so hard to convince herself.
"Mmm... Pansy..."
As he uttered her name, her eyes lit up with excitement. Any time he enjoyed her presence when they weren't in bed was incredible for her. Pansy was stubborn, she refused to believe that those scarce few moments were used only so that it would be easier for her to sleep with him next time. No matter how many times people told her that he only kept her around because she was a good fuck, she wouldn't listen. After all, right now, he was making no reference to doing that, he was simply enjoying her presence, maybe even tell her how much he loved her.
Most of the Slytherin girls would laugh if they could know she thought that he might say that. They could see it, even if Pansy was blind. There was no love, there was only sex. Pansy wanted to think that they had been friends since their first arrival at Hogwarts and that it was five years later. She wanted to believe that he wouldn't simply throw that away for a few times in bed. She tried so hard trying to convince herself, she almost believed it.
"Let's go up to my dorm."
The six words were so familiar and they emptied her inside each time they were spoken. The light in her eyes went out, the smile on her face vanished in a snap. Desperately she had hoped that this time could be different, that this time he wouldn't want to move things to where there was a bed. For once she wanted him to tell her how much he cared about her, how much he appreciated her. Even lies of that caring would suffice at that point. As he spoke the words, she knew there was no way out of it. They were really supposed to be in class, so no one else was in the common room, and certainly not up in the dorms.
She'd long given up on the excuses, anyway, though. She'd long ago learned that saying "Someone might walk in on us," wasn't good enough. He'd tell her that someone could walk in and be jealous. Plus she knew, she knew that if she didn't give him exactly what he wanted, that she would lose him. While she meant nothing to him, he was everything to her.
So that's why she nodded her head silently and stood up with him, heading towards the stairs to get to the boys' dormitory. Inside her mind was screaming protests, because she didn't want sex, she didn't want it at all. Pansy Parkinson wanted the unthinkable, love. Finding herself being pressed up against him in his four-poster bed seemed to be the closest she was going to get, though. So as she routinely did, she allowed him to get his way, to rape her body in any fashion, while in the moment that he was using her she was pretending that he loved her.
